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Rivener had no trouble getting Pasha to cooperate, and he took the phone out of his pocket again with an air of glee. The Sigel floated back a bit to make sure he got both dolls into the shot with the Muse, and she adopted a pose for the picture without Riv even needing to ask. His eyebrows shot up in appreciation and his lips quirked into a slow smile. "That's perfect. I'll just take a few."

He snapped a few, and though there was no flash on his camera the images still came out radiant, in his opinion. Blame it all on Melisande's gorgeous smile. He grinned at her as he lowered the camera, eyes riveted on her frame, heart beating faster than it should. Try as he might to convince himself he was just interested in her as a friend, there was no explaining away this rapid pulse. She was just so surprising in every aspect, and her hidden-away sense of humor just fascinated Rivener, and she was so modest and unaware of her own beauty, and... Ohhh, I'm in trouble, he finally admitted to himself, his smile turning a tiny bit rueful as he lowered the cell.

"All done, you can drop the pose now. Thanks."

Rivener startled as she asked to take pictures of him, as well. His smile returned a moment later, always ready to be photographed for whatever reason. "Of course you can! Here, it's very easy, you see the picture in the screen, and when you've got it centered properly you push here." He motioned to all the details as he spoke of them, and with a final warning that it took a second for the picture to actually snap so she shouldn't move the phone until she saw the actual picture pop up, he headed over to the two mannequins, placing himself between the two as she had.

The Scorpion plucked the hat off his mannequin and held it in front of his own head in a slight How-Do-You-Do, slipping an arm around the female model's waist to tip her slightly to his side. "Ready when you are!"

Like her, he tried a few poses, having a blast, grinning brightly the whole way. After two or three pictures, he waved at her to lower the phone, chuckling. "Alright, alright, that's enough now. How'd they turn out?" Riv joined her and took the phone gently, pressing a few buttons to bring back their recent snapshots, showing her the ones of herself and then admiring her handiwork with his own photos. "Nicely done! You know, I used to do that as a hobby, taking pictures. Not with this, mind you; with a proper camera. I haven't done that in a while... Makes me kind of want to start it up again. You should try it too, you've got a good eye for composition." He smiled at her brightly.

Rivener's rising heartrate wasn't going to calm down if those soft blond curls didn't stop brushing his wrist soon. Melisande was looking at the screen, but Rivener was looking at her. He was in trouble. In a whole big heap of trouble, and now he couldn't pretend anymore. He'd have to either stop seeing her, or tell Zul about this, or... or something. He HAD intended to ask her to come try out photography with him, but now he kept his mouth clamped shut, uncertain. Spending more time with the Muse would be way too dangerous, and Zul didn't deserve that.

The shopkeeper, Viola, saved Rivener from the tangle of thoughts and emotions he was trying to sort out. She appeared like a tornado, with compliments and requests for more pictures and demands to see the phone, and before Riv knew what was what he'd handed over the cell, explained how to snap a picture, and retreated to the spot between the mannequins with Melisande.

"I wouldn't say I'm a photographer, it's just a hobby," he finally managed to reply to her earlier question, raising an arm to rest his elbow on his own mannequin's shoulder, his other hand casually placed on his own hip, leaning as if he were good friends with the immobile man. His eyes were cut towards Pasha though, watching her with a charmed smirk. "Ready when you are, Melisande. And yeah, you could use it, I suppose, Viola."

Rivener's smile only widened at her shy pose, that hand so adorable on her cheek. He heard the click of the phone and blinked over at Viola: sneaky. Still, he could see that picture in his head and it made him a little self-conscious. As the human asked for them to switch places, the dark Sigel was already trying to justify everything again, keeping his eyes to the gray peacoat on the mannequin, putting an arm around to rest his hand on the swell of the foam female's hip. He felt something at his sleeve and looked down: delicate, pale fingers. His eyes wandered up to meet Pasha's shyly questioning gaze, his lips parting just slightly to speak, beginning to raise that arm she touched so he could... could what?

Snap! "Great!"

Rivener flinched and looked up and around, as though having forgotten where he was. He blushed slightly and cleared his throat, moving ahead to reach for his phone. "Alright, that's good then," he muttered, smiling slightly. "I can send you the picture if you give me your email. And good thing you took pictures, because most of the stuff on those mannequins is getting taken off again so I can buy it." He smirked at the freckled woman and bent to take down her email if she had one, punching it into his phone for posterity. A moment later he was at the mannequins again, pulling that white jacket off the male half of their fashion show, plopping the fedora atop his own head to dangle from a black horn for now.

He was careful not to look at Melisande again, fearful of getting caught in her spell one more time. "You wouldn't happen to have an email too, would you? To send the pictures."

Rivener snickered as Viola hurried to jump in, no longer the shy, star-struck person she'd been earlier. The Scorpion wrote down the email in his phone and made sure to note whose it was- Viola and Melisande, Second Chances thrift store. He even added a second note to himself: Very good prices! This was proven two-fold as the addition was handed over, clearly miscalculated, and the Sigel almost handed it back, wanting to pay full price. That might be a bit insulting, and he certainly didn't want to offend his hosts, so in the end he just smiled and inclined his head. "Thank you, Viola. I'll be sure to come back here to shop soon. Such treasures."

He handed over the money and frowned as Melisande added an item as though paying for it herself. "My treat, right?" he insisted, paying for the scarf as well with a wink. He wouldn't hear of it otherwise.

They had their purchases in bags then, Riv handing Melisande her half, the red eyes glinting at Viola. He gave a bow of his head and smiled, very clearly pleased, and certainly going to return. "Well... I guess I should get going, then," he said as they floated away from the counter a little, Riv wanting a bit more privacy for his farewell to the Muse. Not that Viola wasn't nice, but he could almost feel her peering at them. He turned his back to her a little and rustled his wings, grinning at Pasha exclusively. "This was a lot of fun. I hope I... I hope we'll get to hang out some more." He was in BIG trouble, and he shouldn't have said that but it was too late now, and he should stop staring into her eyes like that but might as well ask the sun to stop rising every day. His smile turned a little bit enchanted and he floated half an inch closer without meaning to.

Rivener blinked as Melisande announced she'd wanted to get the scarf for him. And he'd forced her to let him pay! Eyes wide at his faux pas, he blushed slightly and stammered the beginnings of a few words before letting his mouth clamp shut. When she made to put the scarf around him, the Scorpion allowed it most gratefully, picking up one of the ends and suppressing a delighted smile as he realized its smell. Like that flower she gave me, he marveled, thrilled at the gift. "I think it's a wonderful present. Thank you. I do like it a lot."

She thanked him and expressed what looked like an honest wish to hang out more, but she was being shy again, tucking her hair behind an ear... Riv wanted to reach up and toy with those blond locks, but he forced his hands to stay down. He was treading all over the line he'd drawn for himself, and he felt awful about it! But she was so lovely, and so close, and kissing at the air near his cheek...

His head moved reactively, turning just a bit to press his lips to her cheek, none of that air-kiss business. It was warmth and softness and smelled of those flowers again, and Riv pulled away with a slightly goofy smile, a guilty light in his eyes. "I'll call you when Laz and I go out drinking again. That was the next one, right? ...Then maybe sometime you can come practice photography with me. I bet you'd be wonderful at it. ...I sh-should go, then. Thank you for showing me this place, it's a wonderful find." He'd begun floating backwards towards the exit, only half sheepish. The other half was smug as hell that he'd stolen a kiss, and he disapproved of that half thoroughly.